Li Peifeng rarely ever asks for a girl’s WeChat, but today, since the other person gave him a business card and he had nothing to give in return, he was forced to use his WeChat QR code as a placeholder.
Heaven and earth’s conscience, Li Peifeng absolutely had no other inappropriate thoughts.
Guli Nazha looked at the screen of the other party’s phone and smiled slightly: "Zhao Jia, take out my phone and scan it."
"Alright."
A female assistant took out a phone from the bag and requested to add Li Peifeng as a WeChat friend.
Afterward, the two groups exchanged a few polite words and then said their goodbyes. Mr. Li entered room 1123, while the others escorted Guli Nazha towards the stage.
But along this short walk, Guli Nazha was still chatting with her manager, Sister Shang, about the other party.
"I really didn’t expect him to be a writer. I almost made a fool of myself. If Zhao Jia hadn’t reminded , I would have asked which company’s rookie he signed with."
Sister Shang was also quite surprised: "It is indeed quite unexpected, but looking at his image, who could guess his real profession?"
Guli Nazha didn’t respond, walking slowly, her eyes showing a hint of reminiscence, as if recalling sothing.
Sister Shang was also reminiscing, soon unable to help but say: "In my ten years in the industry, it’s the first ti I’ve seen a face of this caliber, those features, that physique—just one look and it’s like an earthquake in your soul, incredibly striking."
Guli Nazha murmured in agreent, then said in surprise: "You think so too? I feel he’s so handso it’s unreal, too overwhelming, a bit too unreal. If he looks you in the eye and gives you that condescending smile, you feel like ti stops... and his voice, his voice when he speaks is so tingling it’s like getting an electric shock, incredible."
What was said could be considered quite exaggerated, but those in the entertainnt circle who heard didn’t deny it.
People’s aesthetics may differ, no matter how high soone’s looks are, so people will still find them unattractive.
But if Li Peifeng activated his "image spokesperson aura," it’s like pressing soone’s head against the barrel of a gun, forcing them to say ’Damn, you’re so handso,’ or face certain doom.
Assistant Zhao Jia chid in: "He looks very good in videos too, but it didn’t hit this hard, in real life his 1.9 ters height is so imposing, standing there... my God, if I wasn’t reminded this was an event hosted by Endpoint, I really wouldn’t have recognized him."
Sister Shang suddenly asked: "What’s his na on Douyin?"
"It used to be Li Dafeng, but now it’s changed to his pen na, with over 900,000 followers."
"Is it One or Two Breezes in the World?"
"Yes."
Sister Shang picked up her phone and opened Li Peifeng’s Douyin profile, randomly clicked a pinned video of him painting attentively, without showing his face. Scrolling down to the second one, it was a video of Li Peifeng singing and playing guitar, showing his face. Sister Shang looked carefully and slightly frowned: "So talented, can paint and understand music, but not very photogenic."
Guli Nazha leaned over to take a look, seemingly relieved: "Not very photogenic at all, but it makes his handsoness seem more genuine, that... that very special, very unique aura isn’t coming through."
"Maybe it’s the equipnt and shooting technique."
Sister Shang casually remarked, then turned the volu up to max, holding it to her ear to listen.
Though the music on stage was loud, covering her ears was enough to hear Li Peifeng’s moving voice.
Sister Shang was slightly surprised: "He sings really well, his voice is so distinctive! Built-in reverb? Or is it an effect?"
"Let hear."
Guli Nazha took her phone, put the speaker to her ear, and listened intently, while Sister Shang started chatting with Wang Jia.
"I don’t know much about web literature, is One or Two Breezes in the World considered top-tier in the web lit circle?"
"Probably not top-tier, overall should be second-tier, but he’s been gaining montum lately, switched from won’s fiction to n’s fiction with a new book, and the results are quite good, seems to have the potential of a first-tier superstar."
Sister Shang nodded slightly: "Then how much does he earn a year?"
"Eighty, ninety million should be there, right?"
Wang Jia tilted her head, uncertain, but she already understood what her boss ant, adding: "Sister, if you want to sign him, don’t get your hopes up. Look at his Douyin profile description; it says no talent scouts allowed, plus he’s a graduate student at Beihua Normal University, not only writes but also runs an internet celebrity company. I think One or Two Breezes is unlikely to beco an entertainer. Otherwise, with his qualifications, he would have been signed long ago."
"An academic achiever, huh?"
Sister Shang’s eyes lit up, then mused: "Indeed, the possibilities are slim, but seeing as we’ve t, there’s an opportunity to at least discuss. He has both external and internal rits, sure to be popular. It’s just a question of minor or major stardom. If he doesn’t agree, then so be it... Hey, Nazha, give the phone, stop listening to music, it’s your turn for rehearsal!"
In this event, Guli Nazha’s program was to sing a song and to present awards for so writers. The rehearsal was naturally to practice this song.
But when she took the stage, faced with the empty auditorium seats, Guli Nazha, who’d rehearsed this song to perfection, had two instances of forgetting the lyrics, forcing her to practice twice more.
With such a delay, Guli Nazha only ca off stage thirty minutes later, hurriedly heading back to the dressing room.
"Do you guys think he’s still there?"
Guli Nazha asked with a smile while walking. Sister Shang seed to catch her drift, rolling her eyes: "What does it matter to you if he’s there or not?"
"How does it not matter? Didn’t you want to sign him? If he’s signed, wouldn’t he beco my colleague?"
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